Jo tilted his head slightly, his round eyes staring at Iloya with a surprised look. "I'm a werewolf too," he admitted innocently.
Vania opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Vania should have known that, but the curiosity was still there, so she launched a question that she herself already knew the answer to.
"Daddy said Mommy doesn't need to come to work. I was also told by Daddy to look after Mommy here, so let's go back to rest in the room. Mommy should get plenty of rest to get well soon and take me out for a walk." Jo said as he pulled Vania's hand to stand up, following where she was taking him.
Vania only obeyed when Jo's tiny hands carried her into her cramped room, then lay down on the bed. Carefully, Jo covered Vania's body, then he also lay down and covered himself.
"Mommy," Jo called softly.
"Hmm," replied Vania. He glanced at Jo who was holding him possessively, as if afraid that he would disappear and leave Jo alone here. "What is it?"
"Don't leave me again, okay! I've been waiting for Mommy for a long time, so I don't want to be separated from Mommy again." Jo said sadly, his sad eyes revealing a mismatched wound on the face of a boy as small as Jo.
I don't know what little Jo has been through, but Vania seems to know how lonely and painful it is that slowly kills Jo's heart. Vania hugged him back, rubbing Jo's small back gently. "Why does Jo say as if I've just left? Wasn't our first meeting in the parking lot of your daddy's office?"
"No," Jo shook his head firmly. "I was born from Mommy's belly, but Mommy left when I was 67 years old. At that time I was very small, but Mommy had left me. Daddy said he would look for Mommy to her original world. Daddy and I looked for Mommy for a long time, but only met after a few years later."
Jo tightened his embrace, "I'm so happy to meet Mommy again, even though Daddy said that Mommy can't remember me and Daddy yet." Jo looked up at Vania. "Mommy, remember quickly! I miss Mommy."
Vania didn't answer, but pondered Jo's words that were too innocent. A kid as small as Jo, couldn't lie. So should Vania now believe what Tara and Jo said? It seemed very impossible for such a thing to exist in this world, but he also couldn't deny that when he came home from work he was intercepted by three cloaked people who claimed to be vampires.
About the three robed people, the big boss, and Jo. They both held a mystery, a mystery he couldn't solve because it was too impossible. Which one should I believe, Vania said in her heart.
"Mommy, go to sleep!" Jo said quietly, his eyes faintly sleepy, then fell asleep.
Vania chuckled softly, Jo said that he should go to sleep soon. However, it was Jo who slept first. It's really funny.
Vania pondered, recalling Jo's words that he was 67 years old. Seriously? This small child is already 67 years old, while he is only 25 years old. Is that possible? Vania thought it was impossible, when she was 25 years old, she already had a 67 year old child. Seriously.
Lost in his own thoughts, Vania did not realize that her eyes were also closed. Vania fell asleep hugging Jo, giving each other comfort from the warmth of sharing. However, he soon felt a squeaking sound coming from his bedroom door.
After thinking that Vania was asleep, the door to her room opened. Tara came after making sure Vania was asleep, then sat beside her. Tara didn't dare touch Vania, afraid to wake up and throw her away again. However, apparently she couldn't stand it, Tara raised her hand and stroked Vania's flat stomach.
"Here, our second child was present. However, because of my carelessness he left with you. I'm sorry Vania, sorry. From now on, I will protect you and Jonathan. I won't let anyone dare to hurt you, that's my promise. You are precious. , the most beautiful treasure I have." Finished with his words and strokes on Vania's stomach, Tara lowered her head and kissed Vania's forehead.
Looking at the watch in her hand, Tara snorted at having to hurry back to the office. This meeting was attended by her father, so like it or not Tara had to attend. Even though if possible, Tara wants to always be near Vania and Jonathan.
Tara slowly got up, moving to leave immediately. Without knowing that from the beginning he came, Vania didn't sleep at all. Vania just let Tara think of herself as sleeping, wondering what she wanted to do by sneaking around like a thief.
"What did he say?" Vania muttered to herself.
Seeing Jo sleeping in his arms, for some reason from the start he could never refuse her presence. He couldn't bear to hurt this little boy. Very dear, even too dear. What exactly is this feeling? Vania is very confused with own taste.
Slowly without wanting to wake Jo, Vania got off the bed. He went into the bathroom, cleaned himself briefly. After feeling refreshed enough, he walked sneakily outside. Seeing that it's okay at home, Vania plans to make Jo a fruit pudding.
Just as Vania wanted to go outside, something on the table caught her attention. He came closer, checking what it was. When Vania opened the bag, it turned out that it contained several clothes. Vania laughed in disbelief, does this mean that the big boss let Jo stay at his rented house?
Vania put back the bag containing Jo's clothes, then went outside to buy the ingredients for the pudding. Vania doesn't know what medicine Tara gave her through Jo, but it really worked. Now Vania's body is better, looks fresh and comfortable. The malaise that he had felt, disappeared not long after he took the medicine.
Arriving in front of the shop, Vania immediately bought what she needed. Finished shopping he turned around, walking while counting his groceries. Because she was not focused, Vania did not realize that in front of her there was a traffic sign pole. Vania's forehead almost hit him, but one hand held Vania's forehead so it wouldn't hit.
Vania was surprised, then looked up to see where the palm was still in front of her face.
"Isn't that reckless habit of yours unbreakable? Why do you like banging your forehead so much? Is that your hobby?" The helper asked a tail question.
Vania turned and immediately found a handsome face beside her. He frowned, not understanding the series of questions this young man said. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, it turns out you haven't remembered." The young man nodded in understanding, then stretched out his hand. "Then, let's get to know each other again. I'm Aryan Abimayu."
"A-aryan?"
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